Demon Killing Knife Novels & Stories

Cael said. "What?" Kyra asked. "Can handle that one. It's a strong one. It takes two hunters to deal with it." "You're right, this one's tougher, but when you kill that, we can kill this one more quickly," said Cael. "Where's Damon?" "He's already doing his part," Kyra said. "I'll finish the demon in a minute. Be careful," Cael nodded and took a deep breath as Kyra turned her back on the guard demon. Cael threw a boomerang blade dagger one after another.

On his hip was a small canvas case that he opened and took out a small flick knife. “We don’t have much time, little demon.” His voice was hard but calm, not raised. “I need to cut the seams.” She gave his unjacketed body a once over and could see although his frame wasn’t bulky it was definitely ripped as his shirt was tailored to fit him like a glove.

"Thought I would leave you alone?" I knew he'd always have my back. "It's stronger Syberus, and it's the one that killed our parents." He fired more arrows into the demon, firing with hate. "Then let's kill it once and for all, let's kill for all Sybil, and the others, and for our parents," He said, sounding deeply hurt. He removed a small sword from his holster and handed it to me. I took it, gripping it tightly in my palm and he withdrew his longer sword. The demon was now on its knees, all the strength it had probably drained by the silver in its body.

If I didn't see Damion stabbing me with a knife, I will see a woman chanting and trying to drain all my blood. These dreams were so real and painful. I cried out in pain most times. I was begging Damion to stop stabbing me that I don't want to die. But then he won't listen. He kept telling me he is sorry that he didn't have a choice. That I don't understand. Is anyone threatening him to kill me? Or is the demon Alpha controlling him to submit to him by proving his loyalty, he has to kill me. All these was really confusing to me. I just don't want to die. I want to survive.

I yelled releasing my sword of the righteous. I swung at the demon, his large burnt figure moved with a speed rivaled to that of a vampire. His eyes leaked magma as if it were crying. It opened its mouth roaring loudly at me, showing me its bright orange throat. I cut through its arm, causing it to let out a loud screech that harmed my hearing. I didn't have time to process as it slashed my chest with its claw like fingers.

With each jab of the hand, there are guts and blood spilling over our hands, making an attempt to hold the blade firmly in place nearly impossible. With one look of defeat on my face, I chuck the blade to the side and expose my own claw. Flick by flick. With a wrist that twists in perfect precision… I slice the neck and rip out the throat of each Demon that comes my way. I can feel as my nails sink into the flesh and glide through skin and muscle with ease, grabbing a firm hold on a big chunk of meat and ripping their throats to shreds.

There were two feathers of different colours on each of her wings, a gold and a black colour feathers. She carries the demon that attacked her up, she doesn't give it a second thought as she plunges her Long nails into his chest, and pulls out his heart before letting him fall to the ground. For low-class demons, the easiest way to kill them is to crush their hearts while for high-rank demons, the easiest way to kill them is to stab them directly in the spine around the neck area Her burst of power left everyone stunned, never had they seen an angel kill without batting an eye. And most importantly, the lady they are seeing now smells different from how angels do.

Returning to the living room I lifted the t-shirt and pulled out the blade the Goddess had given me from the sheath I had hidden on a belt around my waist. “Is this really the only thing that can kill that bad man,” I questioned my wolf. “Yes, Aspen is part high demon and can only be destroyed by a weapon of the higher Gods. Your knife was created from pieces of Loki’s spear, Gungnir,” she explained, and I flipped the hilt in my palm. I was already well versed in the use of the weapon so I was curious about Gideon saying that I needed more training. He should already know that the Moon Goddess supplied me with that knowledge.

Kill them" They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes on me- waiting, daring me to hesitate. I looked down at the knife, the blade gleaming, and felt a sick, twisting sensation in my stomach. My body was shaking, but the grip on my shoulder was firm, urging me forward. As my hand moved, as the blade found its mark again and again, a quiet scream built inside me, swelling with each tear shed.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.